9:10 PM |
[Untitled. For now, anyways.]
I'm sick to death of this tirade of fickle truths[?]
Like a step off a cliffhanger they glimmer and warble pale promiscuity,
promising something which I bet can never be.
Take a gamble and toss in your pride, we'll have order-in humanity tonight
and maybe tomorrow they'll tell you you're perfect,
Give you a job chasing stars and leave you bleeding brand names.
Don't you see?
This is [or could never be] a footstep in the right direction; you're doing something beautifully
[WRONG]
and I, I for one wonder
when you'll make these walls (apple)crumble and eat them
Oh, we all know I know that you know;
[I wonder now]
If you keep on keeping this up
You'll be going down by middawn
I hate to interrupt your charade
But you're doing the actions all wrong.
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CURRENT MOOD: Blah.
Blah, blah, blah. I need another caffeine pill; but the package says "Do not consume after 4pm unless you wish to be well energized into the evening", and I need my sleep tonight.
If only I could just dump in a *insertincrediblywittyblogposthere*, right in this space; and hit "Publish Post".
Unfortunately, tagworthy blogposts don't just write themselves. [Ah, the cruelty of life.]
Actually. This post probably isn't going to be tagworthy. Not much, anyway. So just give me the title of "WORST BLOGPOST EVER TO BE WRITTEN- EGAD", and leave me be already.
[P.S you could leave a tag too. ...Tagging Cara never hurt anybody.]
[Not yet, anyway.]
[But I'm pretty sure y'all have insurance, so's.]
...........
Ah, heck.
*INSERTINCREDIBLYWITTYBLOGPOSTHERE*
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